Waiting for a table in Dick & Jenny's rear lounge is a little like attending a party at the home of your funky friend who somehow earns a living making whimsical paintings to sell from the basket of his bicycle. Which is to say it's hard to describe, but fun to experience. When you finally get a table you are only reminded that the reason you came was because the people are nice and the food is home-spun and unexpected at the same time. This is a kitchen that is not afraid to float a fried soft-shell crab in a pool of green Thai seafood curry or stick barbecued peanuts into the pan gravy of its beer-braised short ribs.